It poured as if all heaven's dams had burst at once. Star & I rushed round frantically looking for the crying cat. Kirby; naturally, who had got himself stuck outside & was drenched through. Marlow, equally naturally, was snugly ensconsed on a pile of boxes & purring fit to wake the dead. The washing has reached desperate levels. The lad is watching the weather like a hawk because he is due to head south for the wheat crop in just a few weeks ~ assuming a deluge doesn't make the whole exercise moot. All in all I was rather pleased Star's rehearsal got cancelled. Not the weather to be paddling round on the mainland ~ oh, & I sent a quick thank you prayer heavenward because we hadn't snagged a 3 day park last time we were over ~ which would have necessiated a trip over just to move the car! It is worth the walk to not be fined & not have to travel just to move the car.
So we are being dull & eating too much chocolate & teasing the cats, who have cabin fever. I don't have a coherent thought in my head. My, my, completely waterlogged all round.